A cottage garden is supposed to be somewhat unkempt. It is not a tidy, beautifully manicured flower show haven. This is especially true now that rewilding is all the rage.

I don’t know who told the plants in my garden that, but they have certainly taken it to heart.

This used to be an organised bed of cutting flowers, mainly dahlias.

No more, now the buttercups have seized control. Two self- seeded foxgloves joined the party and a single clematis retains its lofty position. Roses climb with abandon.

It is certainly wild and very floriferous. The birds and the bees love it.

I am beginning to think nature is a better gardener than I am myself !

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